Every year, one Monk in this Monastery is allowed to speak on Christmas Day, while they gather to eat.
Father Devin, who'd been there for over 30 years, and not spoke a word was chosen.
He said; "I really enjoy this cabbage soup we have at Christmas." Then, he sat down, and began eating.
The following year, Father Frank was allowed to speak.
Father Frank said; "I don't think the cabbage soup has enough spice in it." Then he sat down, and began eating.
The year after that, Father Al, who'd been there for over 50 years, and never spoke, was given a turn.
He said; "If you two are going to argue all the time, I'm leaving!"
While riding my Harley, I swerved to avoid hitting a deer, lost control and landed in a ditch, severely banging my head.
Dazed and confused I crawled out of the ditch to the edge of the road when a shiny new convertible pulled up with a very beautiful woman who asked, "Are you okay?
As I looked up, I noticed she was wearing a low-cut blouse with a cleavage to die for.
"I'm okay I think." I replied as I pulled myself up to the side of the car to get a closer look.
She said, "Get in and I'll take you home, so I can clean and bandage that nasty scrape on your head."
"That's nice of you," I answered, "But I don't think my wife will like me doing that!"
"Oh, come now, I'm a nurse," she insisted. "I need to see if you have any more scrapes and then treat them properly."
Well, she was really pretty and very persuasive. Being sort of shaken and weak, I agreed, but repeated, "I'm sure my wife won't like this."
We arrived at her place which was just few miles away and, after a couple of cold beers and the bandaging, I thanked her and said, "I feel a lot better, but I know my wife is going to be really upset so I'd better go now."
Don't be silly!" she said with a smile. "Stay for a while. She won't know anything. By the way, where is she?"
"My guess is that she's still in the ditch."